If you'd not find me under the sheets
in the middle of the night
with a book, its corner folded
and a coffee halfway cold
next to my night light
creating shadows on my blankets,
I'd like to let you know
there's nothing to be concerned about.
You'd find me on the rooftop
having a little date with myself.
You'd give me a 'why-are-you-out-freezing-in-the-middle-of-the-night?'
confused look.
I'd turn a deaf ear maybe hush you a little.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be impolite.
.
I may look forlorn.
But I'd want you to know
you don't have to chaperone me
I'd rather sit alone enjoy self company.
.
You'd find fairy lights, a Polaroid camera
and a piece of uneaten brownie
in this cute basket that I've brought.
You'd make a hoax and laugh a little juxtaposing my face to an emotionless pumpkin.
Little do you know,
that everything else in me is awake.
Only if you could look a little closer.
.
I'd let my bare skin have a deep,
hearty conversation with the balmy breeze.
Funny how the breeze flirts a little
as my skin gives butterflies in the form
of tingles and bumps.
I'd gift my mind a ladder so it could
lend my dreams a helping hand, reach the cloud.
I'd keep my eyes widened
to count all the star,
each star would portray one of her blessings.
I'd let the doors of my heart ajar
paving way for her pain to reach the moon's.
I'd let my cold lips have it's first
kiss with the gentle zephyr, moisturizing them.
I'd let my scars and wounds heal
with the hue of dark night sky.
I'd make mundane glow into something magical.
.
Your face would show a mixture of
wonderment and marvel.
You'd ask me
'How are you glowing without any emotion?'.
Silly how you asked me to spill
my forever cherished secret.
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